Alith. Are you not afraid to lose me?
Har. He afraid to lose you, madam! No, no—you may see how the most estimable and most glorious creature in the world is valued by him. Will you not see it?
Spark. Right, honest Frank, I have that noble value for her that I cannot be jealous of her.
Alith. You mistake him. He means, you care not for me, nor who has me.
Spark. Lord, madam, I see you are jealous! Will you wrest a poor man's meaning from his words?
Alith. You astonish me, sir, with your want of jealousy.
Spark. And you make me giddy, madam, with your jealousy and fears, and virtue and honour. 'Gad, I see virtue makes a woman as troublesome as a little reading or learning.
Alith. Monstrous!
Lucy. Well, to see what easy husbands these women of quality can meet with! a poor chambermaid can never have such ladylike luck. Besides, he's thrown away upon her. She'll make no use of her fortune, her blessing, none to a gentleman, for a pure cuckold; for it requires good breeding to be a cuckold. [Aside.
Alith. I tell you then plainly, he pursues me to marry me.